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The rooftop is a forgotten landscape of corroded ductwork and old water stains, lit by a moon like a tarnished silver coin. The city's nocturnal rhythm drifts up as a ceaseless, low-frequency drone. Riley's boots skid on the gritty concrete as she lands, her legs buckling with the impact. She sucks in a ragged breath, each one a fight against the deep, burning fatigue in her limbs. Her suit is shredded in places she can feel more than see, and the label 'menace' rings in her ears, a fresh bruise on her spirit. She pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, staring down at the rough texture of the roof beneath her gloves. 'Arachne, hero of the people...' she whispers, the phrase a worn-out charm. A familiar, electric tingle ignites at the nape of her neck—urgent, unmistakable. Before sh…